Sense Sonnet - Acher

 The Elm

For the Elm tree she gave her voice,

Writing of being victim of

The changing seasons without choice.

Bitterly rooted in lost love,

Such fleeing love did take the form

Of a dark shadow whisked away

By the whims of a violent storm,

Disappearing in sunset day,

Bringing about sad morn to rise,

Casting brittle branches in light,

Some small birds with beseeching cries,

The Elm surrenders to the night.

Sylvia Plath in "Elm" did be

Dying within just like this tree.